Demonic Designs (To Absolve the Fallen) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Aaron Babbitt
the door, watching the two surviving intruders very closely. He wasn’t sure what had just happened, but he knew he needed to get out of there before he vomited all over the floor. He ran out of the room thinking of nothing but escape. The would-be assassins didn’t take their eyes off of Jeremiah. As soon as Alex exited the room, he could feel a force closing the door behind him. From there, he could see another door, this one with moonlight shining through a window in it. He twisted the knob and flung the door open just in time to lose what was in his stomach, mostly bile, all over what looked to be a front porch. He noticed, absentmindedly, that most of his mess was going through a hole in the porch where planks had once been. Strangely, it was a slight consolation to him that the mess he’d made would be hidden. Then, the screams began.
Looking into the fields around the house, Alex thought about running. Perhaps, he could make it back to some civilization and call the police. Or maybe there were more men with guns lurking not far away. And what if Jeremiah caught him?
After what felt like twenty minutes, there was only silence. Prior to that, Alex couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than for those screams to stop, and when they did, he just put his head into his lap and cried. He cried out of anger and frustration because of his helplessness in this situation. He cried out of fear. But, most of all, he cried because he felt utterly broken down, and crying seemed like the only reasonable thing to do.
***
Matt looked around at the four other men at the table. At a mere twenty-one, he was the youngest person there by at least fifteen years, yet everyone eyed him with suspicion and fear. His reputation preceded him, and no one wanted to anger his boss.
“This could be very lucrative for you gentlemen,” Matt pressed them. “Jeremiah has a lot of money to pass out to folks who can get what he needs. And we are in constant need of hired guns, which is where the four of you come in. You know, better than anyone, where I can find some good mercenaries who don’t mind a little extra pay to keep their mouths shut. So, want to help me out?”
“What are you trying to do, kid,” one of the men, an older one with a Brooklyn accent asked, “invade a country? This is the second time this month that you’ve come to us, looking for ex-military guys.”
Matt’s eyes narrowed. “Yet, all I’ve gotten recently have been overweight, stupid, petty thugs. I don’t need mafia hit men. I need Green Berets and SEALs. You can deliver and have. What’s with the resistance?”
The other guy answered with a shrug of his shoulders, “The supply is too little, the demand too great. What, do you think that soldiers come home from duty and get right back into killing people?”
“I command more than two hundred such men,” Matt affirmed. “That is exactly what I think. Obviously, not all of them have the desire to return to battle, but some of them do it so long that they don’t know anything else. They may as well work for us. And what’s more, you’ll get tremendous profit from the deal.”
Another man from the table cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter before he responded to Matt, “We don’t just work for you and your boss. We have opportunities that could prove to be much more ‘lucrative’ than what you have to offer.”
It was then that Matt’s head began to tingle. The situation had become clear to him. He had been lured into a trap. These men had sold him out to a demon, which was probably the better business they were talking about.
Matt got up from his chair abruptly and backed toward the nearest exit. The four men looked at each other and also made to get up. They were reaching for their guns, but Matt was faster. He had drawn two guns and fired four precise
Looking into the fields around the house, Alex thought about running. Perhaps, he could make it back to some civilization and call the police. Or maybe there were more men with guns lurking not far away. And what if Jeremiah caught him?
After what felt like twenty minutes, there was only silence. Prior to that, Alex couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than for those screams to stop, and when they did, he just put his head into his lap and cried. He cried out of anger and frustration because of his helplessness in this situation. He cried out of fear. But, most of all, he cried because he felt utterly broken down, and crying seemed like the only reasonable thing to do.
***
Matt looked around at the four other men at the table. At a mere twenty-one, he was the youngest person there by at least fifteen years, yet everyone eyed him with suspicion and fear. His reputation preceded him, and no one wanted to anger his boss.
“This could be very lucrative for you gentlemen,” Matt pressed them. “Jeremiah has a lot of money to pass out to folks who can get what he needs. And we are in constant need of hired guns, which is where the four of you come in. You know, better than anyone, where I can find some good mercenaries who don’t mind a little extra pay to keep their mouths shut. So, want to help me out?”
“What are you trying to do, kid,” one of the men, an older one with a Brooklyn accent asked, “invade a country? This is the second time this month that you’ve come to us, looking for ex-military guys.”
Matt’s eyes narrowed. “Yet, all I’ve gotten recently have been overweight, stupid, petty thugs. I don’t need mafia hit men. I need Green Berets and SEALs. You can deliver and have. What’s with the resistance?”
The other guy answered with a shrug of his shoulders, “The supply is too little, the demand too great. What, do you think that soldiers come home from duty and get right back into killing people?”
“I command more than two hundred such men,” Matt affirmed. “That is exactly what I think. Obviously, not all of them have the desire to return to battle, but some of them do it so long that they don’t know anything else. They may as well work for us. And what’s more, you’ll get tremendous profit from the deal.”
Another man from the table cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter before he responded to Matt, “We don’t just work for you and your boss. We have opportunities that could prove to be much more ‘lucrative’ than what you have to offer.”
It was then that Matt’s head began to tingle. The situation had become clear to him. He had been lured into a trap. These men had sold him out to a demon, which was probably the better business they were talking about.
Matt got up from his chair abruptly and backed toward the nearest exit. The four men looked at each other and also made to get up. They were reaching for their guns, but Matt was faster. He had drawn two guns and fired four precise